The Right to Hunt

Posted on Tuesday, June 16, 2020
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Thelma J Lougher

It is with sheer excitement, That we rise with the early dawn, Anticipating horse and hounds And the shrill of the hunting horn. Little do the town-folk know, Will they ever understand? What joy, a cold damp morn can bring, To the keepers of the land . We plough, we till, we thresh, we mill,...
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